Chapter 188 Ingratitude and Deceit (23)
Chapter 188 Ingratitude and Deceit (23)
Gu Yao smiled weakly upon hearing this, not taking his senior brother's less-than-friendly attitude to heart.
Seeing Gu Yao's pitiful appearance, Ying Lian pursed his lips but still helped him up.
Pick up the soft pillow next to him and place it under his arm.
His throat, which hadn't had water for a long time, was dry, making the young man's originally clear and pleasant voice hoarse.
"Senior brother."
Those two simple words seemed to have exhausted all of Gu Yao's strength.
My throat felt like it had been rubbed by rough gravel.
The vibration of my vocal cords caused a sharp pain.
Ying Lian was also someone who wouldn't let things go once he was in the right. He sneered and picked up the medicine next to him, saying, "Since you're awake, drink your medicine yourself. I've been forcing you to take medicine these past two days, and I don't know how many good medicines I've wasted."
Gu Yao: "..." No wonder there was a bitter taste in my mouth.
Looking at the large bowl of dark, foul-smelling medicine in front of him, Gu Yao refused.
He forced a fawning smile, "Senior brother,... could you not drink?"
Ying Lian immediately saw through Gu Yao's thoughts. He smiled and shook his head, rejecting Gu Yao's unreasonable request.
Looking at the still-steaming medicine, and enduring Ying Lian's deathly gaze, he struggled to mentally prepare himself.
Ying Lian crossed his arms and looked at the pained expression on his junior brother's face. He "kindly" reminded him, "Junior brother, this medicine will become more bitter the hotter it gets, if it gets cold."
Gu Yao stiffened upon hearing this, turned to look at the young man standing to the side, and chuckled awkwardly, "I'm just waiting for this medicine to be easier to swallow, so I can drink it right away, right away."
Gu Yao lowered his head and made intimate eye contact with the medicine bowl in his hand.
That was so tender and affectionate.
With a determined look and a pinch on his nose, Gu Yao drank the entire bowl of medicine.
A certain Mr. Xun once said that as long as you drink the medicine in one go when you're not paying attention, you won't feel the bitterness... what a load of rubbish!
A unique bitter taste of herbs rose up from her throat, causing Gu Yao's beautiful face to lose its composure and her entire face to scrunch up.
My senior brother's medicine still tastes awful!
Seeing Gu Yao gulp down his drink, Ying Lian's beautiful face contorted in pain, and she let out a soft sigh.
He pulled a paper packet from his sleeve, took out a piece of candy, and quickly stuffed it into Gu Yao's mouth.
Before the person could react, I quickly put the paper package away.
So as not to cause trouble for the person in front of you.
He still remembered the time Gu Yao swindled a big bag of candy from him.
As the unique fragrance of osmanthus mixed with the sweetness of sugar spread in his mouth, the lingering bitterness was quickly suppressed, making Gu Yao's eyes light up.
He turned to stare intently at his senior brother.
"Senior brother, um..." Do you still have any candy?
Ying Lian quickly covered his sleeves and took two steps back.
"I'm telling you, this was made for me by Han Shu."
Last time you took all the osmanthus sugar Han Shu made, and I had to beg someone to make me a little more. Please let it go.
Seeing Ying Lian's guarded posture, Gu Yao touched the candy with the tip of his tongue and clicked his tongue softly.
He knew there was no hope.
Ying Lian was already being extremely kind and generous by giving him a piece of his own.
I should have saved some for him last time.
Going too far in things always brings no benefit.
Gu Yao was in a great mood after tasting the sweetness in his mouth.
Even her tone softened considerably, "Senior brother, I've been asleep for several days."
Ying Lian walked in, pulled up a stool and sat down beside Gu Yao's bed, slowly extending two fingers.
“It’s been two days already. That little emperor is going crazy looking for you. If you don’t wake up soon, I won’t be able to stop him.”
Gu Yao lowered his eyes upon hearing this.
"I will go to court tomorrow, and he will naturally not come then."
Upon hearing this, Ying Lian exploded. He stood up, pointed at Gu Yao's nose, and yelled, "Gu Ruotang, do you really not know your own physical condition?"
Upon hearing Ying Lian call out his courtesy name, Gu Yao's eyes flickered briefly, then vanished.
He forced himself to remain calm and looked up directly at Ying Lian, "What are you saying, Senior Brother? I don't understand."
Her beautiful face was pale from recovering from a serious illness, and her drooping eyes made her beauty mark under her eye look especially pitiful.
Ying Lian was still stubborn, and his hand trembled as he pointed at Gu Yao, clearly furious.
"Gu Ruotang, have you forgotten that I am the chief disciple of Medicine King Valley, and I specialize in medicine?"
Gu Yao lowered his head, his pale, thin fingers clutching the brocade quilt, the blue veins of which were clearly visible.
Ying Lian looked at the pitiful appearance and sighed slightly.
He knew perfectly well that Gu Yao was probably trying to gain sympathy and reduce his anger by acting this way, but he just couldn't bring himself to be ruthless.
This is their junior brother from Medicine King Valley.
In the eyes of the world, Shen Xuntang may be a villain, but in the eyes of the people of Medicine King Valley, he is their junior brother who should have been pampered and spoiled.
"Junior brother, do you still remember how you became my disciple?"
Gu Yao pursed his lips, his pale, thin fingers gently stroking his face, his voice dry and trembling.
"Of course I remember. Because of this face, I was kidnapped from the palace by that old eunuch who wanted to do something immoral to me. It was my master and senior brother who saved me."
In the dimly lit room, there was a rough and sticky touch, a nauseating gaze, and an inescapable restraint on the wrist.
And... utter despair.
Even years later, all of this still sends chills down Gu Yao's spine when he thinks about it.
When those fingers, like a cold, snake-like forked tongue, brushed across his chest and landed on his waistband.
Gu Yao really thought he was finished.
If the old eunuch found out he wasn't a eunuch, he would be held hostage and would have no chance to recover.
Ying Lianhe and his master entered through the window at that time.
When the sticky blood dripped onto his face, Gu Yao felt no fear, only the joy of surviving a disaster.
He lay half-naked, looking at the old eunuch lying on top of him, now lifeless, and wept uncontrollably.
That was the last time Gu Yao cried.
That year, Gu Yao was sixteen years old.
Pulling himself out of his memories, Gu Yao looked somewhat displeased.
Thinking about it again still makes me feel disgusted.
Ying Lian nodded, and seeing the young man's body trembling slightly, he reached out and gently patted his back to comfort him.
"Since you still remember, then you should also remember what you promised me and Master, right?"
Gu Yao tightened the corner of the blanket and nodded. "Remember, no matter what happens, put your own life first."
Hearing Gu Yao's nonchalant tone, Ying Lian became somewhat exasperated, "Since you remember, when you were eighteen, you took the poison given to you by that dog emperor without permission. Do you still remember the promise you made to me and my master?"
Gu Yao pursed his lips and looked up at Ying Lian, whose face was full of anger. "Senior brother, I have no choice. I need power, power that surpasses everyone else's, so that I can clear my Gu family's name."
Senior brother, do you know? Every time I wake up in the middle of the night, the blood-stained bluestone steps in front of the door, the heads that fell at the execution ground, I can't shake them off. My family has lost hundreds of lives, and I need an explanation, even if it means risking my own!
Gu Yao's voice was dry and hoarse, yet it carried an unspeakable stubbornness.
Looking at the somewhat crazed Gu Yao in front of him, Ying Lian was speechless for a moment.
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